RABBIT_TAKEOVER · Narrative edition
Pido
The galaxy was a living, breathing thing — an immense, luminous wheel of stars, dust, and gas sprawling across the night sky. From within, a single porcelain planet shone like a pearl, its surface dotted with dancing constellations.
It was a world where nothing ever changed. A world ever-frozen in time, where the sun and the stars never moved, and the days and the nights stretched on forever. A world of eternal stillness, of perfect, impermeable perfection.